Summer Flashes a Barrista

"We're going to have a lot of fun together," Tara said. "By the end of three days, you'll be saying you love me. Or else."
This woman was shorter than Summer. She didn't look strong or intimidating, but she had the helpless actress more afraid than she'd been in her entire life. "You're first job can be to get me a coffee. There's a Starbucks on the other side of the mall, just go there, pick up my latte, flash the barrista, and come back."
"You want me to flash the barrista?"
"That's what I'm telling you. Now go."
Summer instantly walked out the door. She'd been to this mall a few times, she knew where the Starbucks was. She walked directly towards it, not stopping, not slowing down. Eventually she arrived, and stood in the back of the line. Her feet felt chilly on the tile floor. It didn't help that they were still moist from the tongue bath Summer had given them. But Summer was too nervous to feel self-conscious about her feet. She knew she was going to flash the barrista. She just wasn't strong enough to resist. She reached the front of the line and ordered the latte. The barrista was a woman, which was some small comfort. Summer paid, picked up the latte and then lifted up her shirt. The barrista's eyes widened, but before she could comment, Summer had left. She was so embarrassed she just wanted to get away as fast as she could. That was unwise of her. Every step was just bringing her closer to Tara.

When Summer got back to the office, she handed the coffee to the receptionist. Tara looked at it, took a sip, then threw it in the trash. "Now, my fuckpet, I want you to get under my desk."